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naked wherever he was—but she heard him. Loud and clear, and the confession did
weird things to her body.
    The slut looked around, suddenly conscious of the
attention they were drawing. “Allan, could we please go up to our suite and
discuss this in private?”
    Allan remained quiet, perusing the gathering crowd of
people who were trying to be discrete about their eavesdropping. For a moment,
Riana thought he was going to say yes just to save face. She had to be
realistic. Allan and the slut were important people in the society and Riana
wasn’t.
    “No.” His response had such finality in it, leaving no
room for argument. Riana held herself still to keep from dancing with joy.
    “Riana.” Allan held out his hand to her. “Let’s go.”
    Riana stared at his hand, then his face. They were
really going to do this. Run off to Venice and do God knows what together.
    “I don’t have a passport,” she said it so low she
wasn’t sure he heard her.
    Allan’s lips spread in a wide heart stopping grin.
“Not to worry. I’ll handle that.” He beckoned her with his fingers to take his
hand.
    Was she really going to Venice with him?
      Why the hell
not?
      For once she
deserved to act crazy and let her hair down. Here was her opportunity to stop
living vicariously through Loraine and actually live! She laughed giddily and
raised her hand to place it in his.
    Before she could, the slut slapped her hand away
placing hers in his instead.
    Allan turned sharply to her, his eyes narrowing to
dangerous slits, his lips pressed in a thin line. If he were a wolf, Riana was
sure he would have snarled or growled and then rip her hand off, judging by his
flaring nose.
    He dropped her hand and roughly pulled Riana toward
him. She bumped into his side, her hands holding onto his waist for balance. He
placed his hand on her waist and pulled her into him, effectively tucking her
under his arm. And for the first time in such a long time, she felt protected
in an embrace.
    “You are no longer invited on this trip Theresa.
Neither is Michael!” he barked.
    “Oh, Michael! He’s so very hot and yet so very stupid.
I think his brains are in his balls. And Theresa? Mother Theresa, forgive her
for soiling your good name,” Loraine muttered next to Riana, shaking her head.
    Riana wasn’t sure whether to laugh or worry for her
friend’s sanity. She always did and said the oddest things at the oddest times.
    Riana took a good look at Michael, who had been
cowering behind Theresa. Loraine was right—he was hot. He was lean and tall
with crystal-clear blue eyes and tousled brown hair. He looked so much like a
GQ model. But he looked like he was about to be sick from how quickly his face paled.
Why was he invited to Venice anyway if it was supposed to be a romantic getaway?
    “Are…are you…Am I being fired?” he stammered.
    Oh hell , Riana thought, feeling sorry for the guy.
    Allan’s lips parted in a sinister smile. “You are
smart! If only your brain was working when you were fucking my girlfriend. Yes,
I am firing you. And Theresa, if you haven’t caught on yet, it also means our
relationship is over.”
    Theresa’s jaw dropped open, forming a large, deep red
‘O’. Riana heard the gasp from the crowd that seemed to have grown in number.
    Note number
two, never cross Allan Sinclair .
Riana squeezed his side, hoping he’d understand her. The embarrassment in front
of all the people who mattered in society was enough punishment. If he cut them
down another foot, they would never survive it.
    “Is there a problem here?”
    “Oh, damn!” Loraine groaned next to her. Riana
couldn’t have said it any better. The dragon lady—known better as Mrs. Nicholas—had
landed. Shit just got worse.
    “Yes, there is a problem.” Theresa pointed a painted,
red fingernail at her. “I want this thing fired!”
    “What?” Loraine and Riana exclaimed at the same time.
    The dragon lady gave her a cut nod. “Immediately,